Title: Simple Words
Word: Candle
(This is just one of my own. I thought it was a cute idea.)
He sat in the dark room and one by one carefully blew out each candle. Nekozawa had memorized every part of the room, so even without the light, he knew exactly where the door was and how to avoid hitting any furniture. Just before he blew out the last candle, he paused to listen to the club occupying the next room. As was accustomed, an argument had ensued that would, in a few minutes, quickly be put to an end. Nekozawa listened quietly in the dark room whose sole source of light was that single candle. After a moment, the argument moved to the hall and with that, he blew out the candle and went on his way.
The next day, when he entered the room and prepared to light the candles. But as he reached the first candle with a box of matches in hand, he found that there was a holder, but no candle. Nekozawa quickly reached under the table to the box of candles he kept for when the old ones burned out. To his suprise, the box was gone. He could hear snickering some where in the room and the door abruptly opened, inviting the bright light of the hallway to enter. As he tried his best to sheild himself from the light, he could faintly see two retreating forms then all was dark again. The twins, of course. Why did they insist on torturing him?
Nekozawa quickly walked across to the room and out into the hall where he found a candle laying five feet from the door. As he was about to pick it up, the candle moved a foot away. Each time he reached the candle, it would continue to move farther and farther away until he bumped into the tall figure of the blonde host king. The candle continued to move.
"Oh, here," The blonde said, handing to Nekozawa a small purple box of candles. He hesitantly took the box from him and then looked at him. The blonde was looking rather nervous at the moment.
"I saw the twins running away with your candles. Sorry I couldn't save the rest of them." Tamaki responded shifting nervously from foot to foot.
"That is alright. Thank you."
Tamaki smiled at him and the nervousness seemed to disappear. Nekozawa could tell the blonde was about to say some thing more when one of the other host club members stuck their head out the door asking for their king to return before the ladies arrived. He said goodbye and walked quickly back into the third music room aware of the blue eyes that watched him as he disappeared into the room. When Tamaki heard the door close behind him, he let out a long deep breathe that for a moment he had forgotten he was holding. How such a simple task had made his heart race in the way it had was a mystery. But he was content at least, at having done his good deed for the day.
As Nekozawa later returned to the room that had been taken over by the black magic club, he listened intently for the the voice of the half french boy in the next room.